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of the Major Case Squad.
These are their stories.
- I thought you wanted me to come. - Christian, you know when your time is.
Aren't you happy to see me?
You can call me... later.
I have five more minutes, man.
This is bull.
- You owe us the time. - Five minutes!
That's how happy your message made me.
Thanks for the second chance.
Happy Birthday.
Dr. Barnes's table is this way.
- I'm expecting a limo at 10:00. - Sure.
There's a mistake. / No problem. We'll add a place setting.
No, I have to get out of...
This is completely inappropriate.
Eloise, l-I didn't...
Honey, go back to the table.
Why don't we talk, hmm?
Time for your shift at Kinko's?
Keep moving, Kenny G.
What the hell is your problem, man?
Is this to punish me, hmm?
It's you who hurt me.
I want you to call me tomorrow morning.
It's time we changed our relationship.
Camilla? Graham?
Oh, my God.
My desk!
Camilla, call 911.
No!
No. It's... It's all right.
I'll clean it up myself.
Still drunk from last night?
Oh, man, what happened to his face?
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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2004/03/07
The room was booked 6:00 to 8:00 by Mr. Lyle, a student at Juilliard.
Who found him?
The 8:00 to 10:00 booking. We got 'em in the room next door.
They're waiting on their lawyer before they talk to us.
Witnesses need lawyers now?
Just the ones with trust funds.
Murder weapon's over here.
Acid burns.
The killer got close to him. He might've known him.
Eight-inch kitchen knife. Looks fresh out of the package.
Well, the killer...
came in low,
Christian was probably flailing his arms around... after he was
blinded by the acid.
Stitches.
Black eye.
Well, this could be the trump in a long running feud.
Maybe a battle of the bands.
My clients are witnesses.
They all have alibis for the time of the murder.
That's impressive. We haven't established the time of death yet.
How'd you tear your knuckles up?
Doing windmills on your guitar?
Or on the trumpet player's face?
The dude started it.
Last Thursday, we're, um, we're loading out our gear,
he walks up, kicks my guitar, then he throws a punch at us.
After the first punch, what'd he do?
Nothing.
Didn't even protect himself. He's lucky we didn't bust his lip.
All right, that's enough.
You need them, you talk to me first.
Come on, guys.
St. Vincent's is the nearest E.R. He probably got his stitches there.
Maybe it wasn't the only treatment he was getting.
You know, I need to see his C.D.'s again.
I remember some of his home recordings had interesting titles.
"Self-actualization." Here.
"Transference Bebop"?
These are ...
psychotherapeutic terms.
- He was seeing a shrink. - Been better off seeing a lyricist.
home Of Dr. Eloise Barnes 120 West 85th Street Wednesday, February 11
This is such a shock. He has no other family.
His mother passed away in childbirth.
Well, that explains it.
Starting all the fights, not defending himself.
Felt guilty about his mother.
That's very good, Detective.
St. Vincent's told us he was treated four times last year for fight injuries.
Anybody have it in for him?
He was only my patient for four months.
The hospital said that he called you Thursday.
You went downtown in the middle of the night to see him.
You thought that he was, um, suicidal?
No, but I thought it was an opportune time to confront his behavior.
Did you spill something here?
Because there's a circle of clean rug, and you have no blotter.
I have an old cat, and he has accidents.
Your cat...
He jimmy locks too?
Because that's been fixed.
Someone broke in here.
One of your patients?
I have no idea.
It happened last Sunday.
We were seeing friends off to the airport.
Christian, um...
Did you know he recorded a new piece?
"Transference Bebop."
Transference... It means...
when a patient directs his feelings for his mother,
for example, to his therapist.
That's correct.
And while Christian revered his mother for...
sacrificing herself to save his life,
he might've also resented her for making him feel guilty.
You're impressing me.
So... if he was transferring his feelings to you,
then he might've resented you to the point of breaking in, and,
you know, urinating on your desk.
That's assuming he revered me in the first place.
I'm a psychiatrist.
Unlike some people, I have no trouble making my boundaries clear.
"Some people." You mean police officers?
No. Social workers, psychologists.
Oh, and for the record,
Christian was masochistic,
not contemptuous.
Now,
I've got a room full of patients.
Dr. Barnes is what, 47? She's old enough to be his mother.
I guess that's the point. Miniskirts can work wonders.
Well, she might've started dressing that way after the fact.
An affair can make you feel sexy.
Lab says the weapon of choice was sulfuric acid.
Available at any drugstore.
Or in any car battery.
What are you listening to?
It's called "In Celebration." Christian recorded it Thursday.
The day he ended up in the E.R.
Could you look up Eloise's driver's license?
She said that she had friends from out of town last weekend,
maybe for a special occasion.
Eloise Barnes. Date of birth, last Thursday.
Maybe the trumpet piece was a gift.
Well, he might've planned to give it to her in person.
His credit card records show a limo charge on Thursday.
There's no reservation under "Lyle."
The limousine company said the pickup was supposed to be from here.
What about a "Barnes?" Dr. Barnes?
Dr. Barnes was here, yes.
You know her? / She's been coming here since we opened 20 years ago.
Was she here with him last Thursday?
With him? No.
She was here with her husband, their daughter, Camilla,
and another couple.
- This young man was not with them. - But he was here.
Was there a scene?
Mr. Barnes escorted him out.
Well, that sounds exciting.
The Barnes are always very lively.
How often is always?
They have a standing reservation, Wednesday and Friday, 7:30.
They walk in together lately?
She's run a little late the past month.
I bet she has, Christian being her last appointment on those days.
Mr. Barnes mind his wife's tardiness?
He can't really complain. He's usually late coming in from the hospital.
- He's a doctor too? - No, he's a psychologist.
One of those people who can't keep their boundaries clear.
Office Of David Clayton Bellevue Mental Clinic 11367 York Street Thursday, February 12
Graham was on call Tuesday evening.
He was in and out of his office, but he was here for an intake at 8:00.
His clients come in off the street?
Some. Some are court-mandated.
Therapy's a condition of their sentencing.
Can we see his appointments from that night?
Yeah.
Let's see.
- Yeah. He had one at 6:00. - 6:00, yeah.
Uh, did Mr. Barnes have a special interest in male criminal pathology?
Because it seems that, well,
most of his... all of his clients are men.
Gee, what are the odds?
He'll be allowed to accept female clients again in a few months.
Mr. Clayton,
if there was a complaint filed by one of his clients against him,
we need to know.
A client alleged Graham was sexually inappropriate and that he threatened her.
But she kept changing her story, so Graham was exonerated.
But you're still taking precautions.
Yeah.
- What? - My eyes!
- What is it? Let me see. - No.
Let me... Come on.
You think that's funny?
A man is dead!
I just came in to say good night.
Good night, baby.
He wasn't a man.
He was a puppy.
Apartment Of Tanya Coker Brooklyn, New York Friday, February 13
I made that complaint when I wasn't in my best frame of mind.
But it sounds like you and Graham had a relationship outside of therapy.
A sex relationship.
You claimed that he made a threat?
Against my life.
Do you have proof? Because we can help you get a restraining order.
I get it. He dumped her, so she filed a false complaint against him.
I'm gonna call the probation officer.
Graham bought a gun.
You helped him?
Is that why you didn't tell us about the gun before?
It would violate your probation?
Graham said he had people bothering him,
so I hooked him up with my friend K.J.
How does buying a gun turn into a threat?
Graham used to make me pick him up at the hospital and bring him here,
and last month I found his wallet in my car,
and this was in it.
It's, uh, five names:
Eloise Barnes, David Clayton, K.J. Mickens, Tanya Coker and Frank Lasday.
I filed the complaint because he was gonna kill me.
And the others?
A hit list.
Barnes jumped over the boundary and off the deep end.
Barnes just wanted a night out on the town.
I took him to some biker bars on Avenue D.
He loved it.
And buying a gun, Tanya just made that up?
He just kept grinding about all the asswipes in his life.
I set him up with a couple of good buys,
but the guy was picky. I mean, he didn't buy anything.
He loved it, that's what you said.
Even though he didn't find a gun?
We ended up in an after-hours dive up in the Bronx.
He was telling stories about being in Africa,
in the bush, drinking goat's blood.
Uh, goat's blood?
Yeah.
He took his wife and his kid out in the middle of the night to see some witch doctor kill a goat.
The wife and kid freaked out, but Barnes drank the blood.
It was an anthropological expedition.
I was never going to buy a gun.
Putting yourself and your family into frightening situations,
that's exciting to you, isn't it?
Unless you people have some facts to talk about...
Here's a fact. He put Tanya Coker in fear for her life.
That drug-fried pathological liar.
I treated her destructive behavior.
And how does she thank me?
With a baseless complaint.
And what about your boss, David Clayton, and Frank Lasday?
A parasite. He thought hiring Eloise would raise his status.
What is this litany of names?
They're all on this list, along with his wife and his pal K.J.
He has scores to settle.
I've never seen this in my life.
It was in your wallet.
You took my wallet when you arrested me.
You planted this.
We mean your old wallet.
We found that in Tanya's car.
It must've fallen out of your pocket.
You know, your life would be much better without these people.
Then, of course, one name jumped to the top:
Eloise's lover.
This kid, half your age.
That isn't mine.
It's yours, with your social security card, your credit card.
She stole those from me.
You didn't report them missing.
Diner's Card? I never use it.
When would I need a social security card?
I don't want to talk to them anymore.
Maybe Ms. Coker is a pathological liar.
Barnes is the liar.
He had other cards in these slots.
The leather has become embossed with his name and the numbers from another one.
Expiration date, it's August 1996.
The leather, it's dry and cracked.
I don't think this wallet has been used for years.
Eloise.
She tossed one of Barnes's old wallets into Tanya Coker's car, with a hit list.
To break up his affair with Tanya.
And now he lies about the wallet to protect his wife.
What a guy. / He still tried to buy a gun, and I assume he's still a murder suspect,
so let's get him arraigned.
What do you think, all bark and no bite?
Could be.
You know, the last name on the list, Frank Lasday,
I wonder why Eloise would put one of her own patients on the list.
Eloise was only my therapist for three months.
I never met her husband.
He called you a parasite.
They're despicable people. They deserve each other.
I mean, two shrinks? What could be worse?
Right. Spending the whole day analyzing each other.
Worse. They talk about their patients.
Eloise... She told her husband something that you revealed in therapy?
I told her I was abused by my father.
Next thing I know, a mutual friend tells me Graham Barnes mentioned it to him.
- You confront Eloise about it? - Oh, she denied it.
Said some crap about buying new locks.
She's damn lucky I didn't sue her.
Hey, Daddy!
I owe somebody a hot chocolate.
I'm hungry.
Considering what Eloise thinks of psychologists,
I wouldn't think she'd blab to Graham about her patients.
She mentioned changing the locks.
If Graham had a key, maybe he read her files.
If he thought she was fooling around with her patients, sure.
Eloise had said Christian was a masochist.
He hurt himself, not others.
Urinating on her desk doesn't fit his pathology.
If Christian didn't do it, then Graham?
Graham wanted Eloise to think that Christian did it...
by mimicking his pathology.
He read his files...
But if it had the wrong information...
We need a search warrant.
Their phones are off,
but they'll check voice mail at intermission.
They're gonna freak out, you barging in here like this.
We barged in so no one would be tempted to destroy Christian's file before we get a look at it.
We understand why you're being protective, you know,
especially because of the break-in.
Your mother said that you were with friends, sending them off.
Was your father with you?
We met for brunch at their hotel.
He got tied up on a phone call. He joined us later.
Oh, that might be my parents.
Okay.
Eloise's notes on Christian.
There's no mention of masochism.
Here.
"Poor impulse control. Transient psychotic episodes."
These are symptoms of borderline personality disorder.
The kind of pathology consistent with defiling her office.
She put these notes in here knowing Graham would read them and act accordingly.
She set a trap.
Graham's prints are on the file.
He staged the break-in to frighten Eloise into breaking up with Christian,
and he probably tricked Christian into showing up at her birthday party.
After she sabotaged his affair with Tanya with a bogus hit list.
This is a marriage? These people need counseling.
These two would eat a marriage counselor for lunch.
They prefer this game, you know.
They've probably been playing it since they met.
One of them decided to play for keeps.
I told them you'd object, but they had a warrant.
Of course you blame the wife's alcoholism.
Never mind the husband's a narcissist who refused to get a job.
It was the '50s. What kind of straight job could he do?
He'd been a jazz musician his whole life.
Dad. / Figures you'd pick a play aboutjazz musicians.
- I tried to call you. - We know, sweetie.
No, I didn't pick the play.
- You picked the play. - You bought the tickets.
I had to cancel all my credit cards after they'd been passed around the police station.
Don't make yourself out to be a victim.
You were trying to buy a gun.
Mom... / The hell I was. You and that meth-head cooked up the whole thing.
I was at school grading papers that Tuesday night.
I called Mom. She was home, doing paperwork.
What about your dad? His boss said he was M.I.A. for a few hours.
Why do you keep hounding my parents?
Their patients are disturbed people.
They aren't accountable for what happens to them.
We think your mother was having an affair with this particular patient.
My mother does not have affairs.
Well, she dresses very sexy for a therapist.
I mean, she didn't always do that.
She's become more comfortable with her sexuality.
That doesn't mean she's having sex outside her marriage.
Your mother talks to you about her sexuality?
That'd be inappropriate, wouldn't it?
If my mom dressed like that, I'd be mortified.
And my dad... Oh, boy.
But that's why your mom does it, doesn't she,
to provoke your father?
You make our home sound like high school.
My parents are smarter than most people, but our family's like any other.
Well, yeah. This birthday party's like any other family.
How old are you here?
Nine. My parents took the picture.
You know,
this looks like the same restaurant that your mother had her birthday party at.
You know what? Uh...
You know,
what did you think when Christian Lyle came in with the flowers?
Nothing.
I've been hearing about transference since I was a child.
And if you like family photos so much,
why don't you look at the ones where we're enjoying ourselves?
You mean like this?
What's this, a safari?
In Zimbabwe. Dad had us camp out in a predator park.
With lions, tigers and bears? Sounds reckless.
My father isn't afraid of life.
He can handle himself in any situation.
Ask his coworkers. Ask them who kept the generators going during the blackout last summer.
People think Dad's corrosive,
like the surface of this painting.
But Mom and I know what he's like inside.
This is the Williamsburg Bridge.
Where'd they get this?
My mother bought it from the artist.
It's copper.
Did she go to his studio?
Yes.
He treats her like a queen.
Excuse me. I have to make a phone call.
Is this what you mean by art that makes you think?
Well, it makes me think of Eloise.
The finish, it's acid-wash.
Studio Of Luke Vinton Brooklyn, New York Wednesday, Febryary 18
We love what Eloise has. The colors are perfect for our master bath.
How does this stuff hold up in the humidity?
- What is it, some kind of a wash? - Sst!
It's complicated, but basically I use sulfuric acid.
Acid? How do you dispose of the acid?
Do you just dump it out here?
No. I keep it in those tubs.
But it's all wide open. Anyone could come in here:
Cats, little children.
I gotta ask you something, Luke.
Eloise's got one of your big honkin' pieces in her living room.
Why is that?
She bought that piece after I decked her husband.
There was an artist's studio tour.
I was showing Eloise my work.
I came outside and, uh...
Graham was showing his work to your girlfriend.
He had her cornered.
I clocked him.
So now she's, like, I guess your biggest fan, right?
And she always sends people like you.
Actually, we came on our own.
Great. That mean you're not buying anything?
We'll take samples of your acid tubs.
Okay, guys, let's get started.
It's sulfuric acid. Same stuff used in the murder.
But your samples contained copper. The acid from the murder had lead sulfate.
Lead like in car batteries.
Sure. This lead had low specific gravity.
Probably a used car battery.
The Barnes don't own a car.
The blackout.
Camilla said that Graham kept the generators running at the hospital.
Well, generators use lead-acid batteries, don't they?
That was Penell.
He heard I might be rearrested...
because my fingerprints were on some batteries at the hospital.
I'm not following you, Graham.
Penell says they can hold me in jail until they decide I'm innocent.
And how does that make you feel?
Don't!
I need your help, Eloise.
I need...
I need you to have me committed.
I can't sign the papers. I am your wife.
Then get Laurie and Jonathan to do it.
But you write it up.
I need protection.
You won, okay?
I'll be your... your good boy.
I just...
I just don't want to go to jail.
The commitment papers are in order.
This is not an attempt to evade arrest, but to avoid a travesty.
He's not here.
He was admitted to Edgewood Institute last night.
Your client's only delaying the inevitable.
Whether now or in 60 days, he'll be in our custody.
My husband has a major depressive disorder with psychotic features.
His condition has been deteriorating for months.
He's a danger to himself and to others.
You wrote this yourself?
The papers are signed by Drs. Coddington and Beale.
She just cited the report verbatim.
I mean, they signed it, but she wrote it.
What's going on? Where's Dad?
Oh, Cami.
Your father agreed to go someplace where he would be safe.
What? When?
Last night.
He didn't want to wake you.
He did it for himself.
Actually, your mother did it for him.
She wrote the commitment papers.
This is what you've wanted all along, isn't it?
I hope you're happy.
This is not over.
He's confined to the institute.
Unless we prevail at a competency hearing, he's out of our reach.
Thanks to Eloise.
You would've thought she would've enjoyed seeing him locked up.
No. This way he's totally at her mercy.
It's what she wanted all along. Even Camilla saw that.
The daughter directed her comments at you, Detective.
Transference. It was meant for her mother.
I'm a safer target.
The last thing she said, that's the interesting part.
- "This is not over." - "This" being what?
This family makes me want to go home and kiss my wife.
You know, Camilla,
she made a point of telling us about how her father kept the generators going.
The acid-wash painting, she directed our attention to it.
She was helping us make a case against her parents.
The game isn't over.
Camilla's game.
Can't say for sure if Camilla was here that night, but she often stays late.
You know how she gets home?
A taxi or maybe a boyfriend picks her up?
I don't think she has a boyfriend, and she takes the subway.
12 blocks away?
- By herself? - Yes. Her choice.
But... And this school, way up in the Bronx, I mean, that's also her choice?
Yes. She was offered P.S. 191 on the Lower East Side.
Safer neighborhoods, one block from the subway.
I'm glad she chose us.
This is her classroom.
Jamie, didn't Ms. Barnes tell you she had a meeting this afternoon and couldn't tutor you?
I wanted to do some math on the computer.
I don't have one at home.
Air wrench.
Lots of garages in the neighborhood, with Dumpsters full of old car batteries.
You can't be here unsupervised.
I'll call your aunt to come pick you up.
I said she ain't there.
Grown-ups never listen to kids.
I'll bet Ms. Barnes listens to you, huh?
Does she talk to you about grown-ups,
talk to you about your parents?
I don't have parents.
Just my aunt.
Did Ms. Barnes talk to you about that?
She says I'm not missing anything.
I gotta do geography now.
What's this? "Jazz."
Musicians, they come to play for us.
Ms. Barnes recorded it on the computer.
Was there a trumpet player?
Can we hear a little bit of it?
It got erased.
Rehearsal Hall School Of Music Friday, February 20
It was me on upright bass, James on sax, Dwayne on drums.
We're the core of the quartet.
Christian came by when he felt like it.
Christian just happened to feel like it when you went to P.S. 360?
Teacher's request.
Did she ask for him by name?
Yeah.
How'd Christian like Camilla?
Oh, she didn't rate.
Not like she didn't try.
She had on a short skirt, blouse, you know, showing her stuff.
You record your own performances?
Yeah.
Did you record the one at P.S. 360?
And she wanted to engage him without letting on who she was.
Simple curiosity.
If she thought her mother was having an affair...
Her mother probably told her.
She knew Christian's name, that he went to Juilliard, played in a quartet.
She even dressed like her mother for the occasion.
Probably 'cause Mom told her what Christian liked.
I can just imagine being 22, no boyfriend,
hearing Mom talk about this hot fling she had with a guy my age.
- I'd be furious. - At your mother.
We've got her.
Unless it's an admission of guilt by Camilla.
Not-Not quite, but it's something that she wouldn't want Eloise to hear.
Graham Barnes still has a clear motive.
He killed his wife's lover.
That's something that a jury can wrap its arms around.
Carver. Hold on.
Someone named Phillipe, from a restaurant.
Um, you have a competency hearing scheduled for Barnes, don't you?
Yes, next Wednesday.
Call Camilla as our witness.
So she can tell the judge how insane her father is?
That doesn't help us.
Well, it depends what you ask her.
Why did they ask her to testify?
She doesn't know anything.
She's not a professional.
If the judge rules that Graham is mentally fit,
then he could order him released from the institute and into police custody.
Thank God Laurie and Jonathan are testifying.
They'll know what they're talking about.
Edgeview Mental Institute Westchester Count, New York Wednesday, February 25
His behavior got more erratic. I didn't know what to expect.
That's not the heroic picture you presented to the police.
You said he could handle any situation.
I was in denial.
Denial?
Didn't you make a point to mention your father's quick thinking?
You told the detectives that your father kept the generators going at his hospital.
In fact, that's how they connected him to the battery acid used in the murder.
I was just very proud of my father.
Oh, for God's sake.
In that same conversation, didn't you use a painting by your mother's favorite artist...
to draw an analogy to your father?
I don't specifically remember.
That your father isn't what he appears to be, that he's not as destructive as the sulfuric acid...
your mother's favorite artist used in his work?
Stop her, stop her!
Your Honor, the witness is not qualified to offer an opinion on this.
She is a grammar school teacher.
She can certainly offer her impressions of the defendant's behavior.
I'll allow it. Answer the question, Ms. Barnes.
I might've...
l... The police misunderstood.
They misunderstood when you said your father provided for you a normal home life,
filled with family vacations and birthday parties like this one?
Yes, like that one.
And as much as your parents would like you to say otherwise,
life with Father was normal.
That's what you said to the police?
Yes, I guess I did.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Thank you, Ms. Barnes.
The parties will have my decision in 30 minutes.
Mr. Carver, can I have a word?
Surely. Mr. Penell?
Where'd they go?
Well, it looks like you might've done it, huh?
Sent Dad to jail.
I don't want that.
For once, you've snatched the victory from the jaws of your mother,
showed your parents just how smart you really are.
They know. They raised me.
Raised you? Wolves would've done a better job.
I think they were busy playing games.
I don't think they were paying attention to you.
You were paying attention to them.
You know, you would've been proud the way she drew our attention to Luke Vinton's painting.
And the little clue she dropped about the blackout.
It was as smooth as your remark about psychologists not knowing where their boundaries are.
You see, that's why we suspected you first.
How dare you!
You're hardly one to talk, taking a whiz on her desk.
That was my wife's stud.
As she can vouch, he had a personality disorder.
You didn't tell him about the phony psych profile you put in Christian's file?
- You little sneak. - Don't blame me.
Blame your insane jealousy.
What was it that you told Jamie about not having parents?
"You're not missing anything."
Right?
The kid's a pathological liar.
I respect and love you both.
Well, that's, uh, very generous,
considering how they neglected you.
Excuse me. You're a detective and a child psychologist?
Well, I don't need a degree...
because I have this.
This, um, you know, normal birthday party.
Mr. Barnes, did you take this photo? Or your wife?
I did.
You were wearing a tux?
Why would I wear a tux?
Because... in the reflection in the mirror at the back.
See?
You can see that the person who took the photo is wearing a tux.
Like Phillipe the maitre d' used to.
In fact, he even told us he took the photograph.
Well, that guy can't hold two reservations in his head.
He also remembers you sending Camilla there to the restaurant alone,
sharing cake with the maitre d' and the waiter.
Where'd you guys... I guess, well,
you and your wife had something better to do that night.
Camilla was always an independent child.
It's her nature.
The nature of a child is for her parents...
to put their needs above theirs.
But they never did, did they?
And they never let you be a child.
They taught you to analyze your emotions...
rather than feel them.
So I wouldn't be beholden to them.
I'm grateful for them for treating me like a grown-up.
Yeah. Like a peer, you know. ???, sexually, ???
I told you my mother was never inappropriate.
She knows the boundaries that...
She even told you about how her young lover made her feel.
You know, alive, vibrant.
But she never helped you feel that for yourself...
I mean, has she?
Mom, let's go home. I want to go.
I can't. I have to wait for the judge.
Your lawyer can call you with the decision.
No. She has to wait here with me.
Then let's go to Dad's room.
You recognize who's playing, Ms. Barnes?
Mom, come on.
That's Christian.
Playing for the kids with his quartet a month ago at P.S. 360.
He came to my classroom.
I didn't know he was the one that you told me about.
No. Juilliard said that you requested Christian specifically.
Mom, this guy's a megalomaniac.
He fantasizes he knows things he can't possibly know.
I love this part. It is so sexy.
I actually like the part after this.
Mom, take me out of here.
Show them that you can take care of me.
Thank you for that amazing performance.
Kids, can we give a special hand to Christian for his beautiful solo?
Please stop it.
A friend told me horn players have soft lips and nimble fingers. Is it true?
Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Carmen.
"Nimble fingers."
I told you that.
What, were you trying to seduce him?
- Mom, please don't. - He called you "Carmen."
You couldn't even get him to remember your name.
She has no right to mock you.
She's the ridiculous one,
taking on a lover half her age.
Flaunting him to you.
It's only natural that you would get hurt,
that you would want to take him away from her.
Poor inept girl. Where did you get the idea to compete with me?
From you!
What did you expect, telling me about your affair?
It never occurred to me.
How did you think I would feel?
Your feelings are not my responsibility.
See how she plays you?
You see? Look, you saw them use Christian as a pawn in their game...
that you were watching...
for, what, 22 years?
And what, you had enough?
It was your turn to teach them a lesson.
Tell them that you chose a day and a time...
that neither of them would have an alibi,
a weapon that could be traced to both of them.
Oh, my God.
- Camilla, what did you do? - Come on.
Come on, Camilla.
Tell them how you were able to get close to him...
because he recognized you.
Did he say, "Hey, Carmen"?
Did he... Did that make it easier to kill him?
Oh, God.
Cami, don't say anything.
Show them. Come on.
Show them what a... a smart child that they conceived together.
Camilla, you're sick.
Oh, so now it's you who's sick.
I'm not sick! You're sick!
That idiot was just a pawn, and he mattered more to you than I did!
He was nothing.
Killing him was easy, Dad, like the goat.
Now you can't ignore me. Now you know who I am.
I'm your daughter! I'm yours!
You are under arrest for murder, Camilla.
You're allowed to accompany her to the station.
Looks like Camilla will be spending another birthday alone.
You'd think two people with their credentials and education could raise a perfect child.
They thought they did.
That's the problem.
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